Closing The Distance

Katrina and Lucas just bought their dream house but the spark’s gone cold. Work eats every hour, bills pile up, and they barely touch each other anymore. Lucas smirks, pulls her into the empty master bedroom, and yanks her panties down right there on the bare floor. He slides two thick fingers straight into her dripping cunt, curls them hard, and watches her knees buckle while he strokes that spot that always makes her moan like a slut. She drops to her knees, frees his cock, and sucks him loud and sloppy, spit running down her chin, tongue lapping the underside like she can’t get enough. He fucks her throat until tears streak her mascara, then flips her onto the hardwood and slams in balls-deep. Katrina claws at the floorboards, ass bouncing with every brutal thrust while Lucas growls filthy promises in her ear. He reaches around, pinches her clit, and she comes so hard she gushes all over his balls. Lucas doesn’t let up—keeps pounding until he unloads deep inside her, filling her pussy until his cum leaks down her thighs. The room still smells like sawdust and sex, but they’re finally grinning again, horny, stupid-happy, and ready to break in every room they own.